Sep 15, 2013
Constance sat at the table, admiring the silver that she had lifted from one of her client's houses. The owner requested that she drop their dog off at the house, and she did as they asked. The only reason she did was because of the area in which they lived. She knew that they had a lot of nice things. As she was tracing the handle with her index finger, she heard a knock at the door. "If you're selling anything I'm not interested!" she called. The knocking continued. "I'm coming," she sighed more to herself as she placed the spoon on the table, rising from her seat.